The shorts are either getting sold to someone on my team, or they’re going back. They are too big – I went by the measurements on the site and ordered the size I thought my crazy hips necessitated, but they look ridiculous. I thought about exchanging them for a smaller size, but I just don’t like them very much, and I’m not really fond of stuff with writing on the butt. I mostly only got them because they were cheaper than any white shorts I’d find elsewhere – and white shorts aren’t that easy to find. Now I’m thinking that white shorts probably aren’t necessary.

The tank top is a different story. That particular one was actually my second choice because the white burnout tanks were out of stock. The sizing chart on the website was pretty accurate for this one; I had to get an XL because – there’s no polite way to say it – I’ve got an overabundance in the boob department. The sizing chart actually made it appear as though the XL would be a bit too small through the bust, and it is pretty snug. I figure that I can remedy that with whatever weight loss I can make happen in the next month plus my usual double sports bra arrangement. Having tits saved me a bundle in the first year of my child’s life, but they sure are a pain in the ass. Or the chest. You know what I mean.

Oh, and one other note on the tank top, if you’re considering getting one – it’s pretty thin. I don’t know if I actually care enough to wear another tank top under it on race day. I guess that just depends on how I’m feeling about my body that particular day.

The socks are socks. They’re a little thinner than I thought they’d be, but at $10, I wasn’t expecting Swiftwick (WHICH I LOVE, AND YOU SHOULD GO BUY A PAIR RIGHT NOW. SERIOUSLY. SO WORTH IT.). I haven’t tried them on yet, but I guess I’ll probably take them for a spin or two before the race just to make sure they don’t drive me crazy.

The hair ties* didn’t impress me much. I mean, how impressive can they be, right? But I guess the colors just don’t look as vibrant as they did online. I could’ve gotten more colorful ones at the drug store for a couple of dollars less. Oh well.

The shorts are in the plastic bag. The ponytail holders look more colorful in this photo than they do in reality.

In other news, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to run tomorrow. For some reason, I decided to try out some Nair on my thighs. UM HELL NO. My skin has big red burns now. It’s like a REALLY BAD sunburn. If I sit still, it’s not so bad, but when I move or stand, it feels like people are holding hot irons on my legs. FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK.

*I grew up calling them ponytail holders, so saying hair ties feels so weird to me, but that seems to be what everyone else calls them.

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I always called them ponytail holders, too, but the other day I said that out loud in public and got some weird looks. So now I wonder if you’re supposed to stop calling them that once you turn 18? Eh, fuck it.